Lyrics:

Thanks, symbolic vengeance that neither folds me or you into this submission
Rows of empty houses now there's no leader or piper for anyone to follow
Forecast sun this springtime and never undermine this - just relay the message
Ample timing for a breakdown. While solemn we can take no real comfort or solace
Thanks, Academy and all enemies force fervored motives. Rest on my laurels and
Statues, broken virtues. I rest in little pieces. I've smashed to smithereens all hopes
And dreams nurtured in dirty playgrounds

Last syllables never turn into words. Lost the goals of the war
Now we've lost balance

Now our heads hit the floor. Now we've lost the will to feel
Now we've lost balance